#fmdtaerae

there’s a lot going on in catalyst’s world. in a way, it’s a relief, because then dowoon hasn’t actually ended up having the time to miss his (contractually obliged to be) jet-setting girlfriend, or to get too stressed out about moving out of catalyst’s dorms. the others will all probably be out before him -- it’s typical that he’d be the last one to leave. he usually is when it comes to ... everything. he’s the last one out of most rooms, holding doors open as he counts one, two, three, four, and then, turning his pointer finger on himself, five, giving premises a final once over before scuttling around his promenading members to the front of the procession. it’ll be the same with this. 

he doesn’t have the time to be thinking about all of this. he doesn’t have the luxury to be spacing out, in a way that’s very unlike him, making eye contact with his own reflection across the room and letting those same eyes gloss over. the sound of a particularly heavy set of footfalls smacking against the practice room floor breaks him out of his trance. with something to prove, with a little bit of face to save, dowoon puffs out his chest and pauses the music, doing his best to act like he hadn’t just been mostly touring apartments in his head while in character for nightmare teacher. 

okay, so maybe duri was a bit determined as he was there at the claw machine that was filled with plushie. it wasn’t like duri needed another plushie to add to his collection that held it’s home in the guest room - but, of course, in a very, very neat way because that was simply just duri. but, the plushie that duri was planning on winning wasn’t actually for him at all, to say the least. it was for someone else, and that someone else was taerae. taerae was doing something else, duri was pretty sure, after duri had spotted the machine. and what sat there was a puppy plushie, that in a way, very much reminded duri of taerae, as strange as that had sounded.